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AT the close of the day, when the hamlet is still,
“ Ah why, all abandond to darkness and wo,
Why, lone Philomela, that languishing fall? “ For Spring shall return, and a lover bestow, “ And Sorrow no longer thy bosom inthral. “ But, if pity inspire thee, renew the sad lay, “ Mourn), sweetest complainer, man calls tliee to mourn ; “ O soothe him, whose pleasures like thine pass away : “ Full quickly they.pass--but they never return.
“ Now gliding remote, on the verge of the sky,
“ 'Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more; " I mourn, but, ye wood ds, I mourn not for you ; “ For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, “ Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew. “ Nor yet for the ravage of winter I mourn ; “ Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save. “ But when shall Spring visit the mouldering urn! “ O when shall it dawn on the night of the grave!"
« 'Twas thus, by the glare of false Science betray'd, « That leads, to bewilder ; and dazzles, to blind; • My thoughts wont to roam, from shade onward to shade, • Destruction before me, and sorrow behind.
“ O pity, great Father of light,” then I cry'd, “ Thy creature who fain would not wander from Thee! “ Ló, humbled in dust, I relinquish my pride : “ From doubt and from darkness thou only inst free."
* And darkness and doubt are now Aying away.
See Truth, Love, and Mercy, in triumph descending, • And Nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom!
On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses are blending,, 6. And Beauty Immortal awakes from the tomb."